I’ve always been jealous of the life she had. It was a life that I could have only dreamed of.
I even wanted her struggle. She is strong and she is power. She is hard and she is guarded.
I know now that it is foolish to go forward looking for her experiences and settling for my own.
I no longer want to settle, I want to rejoice in the magic of my own journey.
I have never been my mother, nor will I ever be. I can only hope to be.
But everything she has done has allowed me to become fat with privilege and opportunity.